“you’re very lucky, Mister Winchester. you must have some guardian angel looking out for you.” the doctor said, looking over a clipboard of Dean’s current physical state.

while on a hunt, Dean had been electrocuted by a Rawhead which resulted in his heart being permanently damaged. but during his second scan, his heart seemed perfectly fine.

Dean knew why, knew how. at least he thought he did. wanted to believe it was the cause of the angel he’d grown close to.

the angel. his friend. his {{user}}.

one day he was resting in the hospital, his eyes closed and breathing steady when he heard the familiar flap of wings in front of him and he chuckled.

“how much shit did you get into for saving my ass?” he asked gruffly before opening his eyes to lay them on you.

he wondered if it was the medication he was on but she was practically glowing, maybe it was the lighting. or maybe that was just her. maybe she just was that ethereal looking.

“did big daddy in the sky finally let you come down to me?” he asked.